He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides
I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.
Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.
Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.
I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.
A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.